At least I'm covered

I have no update on the visa situation. I know the application got where it needs to be, but have no idea when, or if, it will get here. But here's the upside: If Texas ever gets hit with a typhoid or yellow fever epidemic, I'm covered!! I will be one of the few left behind who will be here to nuture and take care of the ill.
All of Texas should be petrified by that thought.
Just ask the hubby. I am not a good nurturer to anyone but my children and even they would question my ability. I have been known to come through in a pinch, but fortunately we haven't had many pinches.
Whenever the hubby gets sick he acts like most men (I believe). He becomes absolutely, pathetically unable to care for himself. It's a good thing he's not a bachelor. He lies in bed and weakly calls my name. Or he wanders in the kitchen, grabbing the counters for support in his weakened condition. Then he just stares like a lost boy and asks, "Is there anything to eat?". I want to say, "Nope. We ate all of the food yesterday. The cupboards are bare, Mr. Hubbard. You're supposed to starve a cold anyway."
Now before you feel so sorry for him that you decide to come rescue him from the witch's liar, let me tell you why my compassion seems to dry up when he's ill.
It has been my experience that whenever I have dared to be the ill person in this household (and I can count the times on one hand), no one cares. Life goes on. I could be lying in bed with 103 temperature and the hubby would come over to my bedside at 6:30 in the morning, lean over me (but not too closely) and gently whisper, "Have a good day." He would then walk out the door, drive out of the driveway and head to work. And I would be left to fend for myself, and for the children.
But let that man emit one teeny, tiny cough and he's confined to bed -- expecting me to wait on him. So forgive me if I can't muster the compassion needed to hand feed him chicken soup. Nope, he's on his own. In fact, when he refused to get a flu shot a couple of years ago (while all the kids and I had one), I forewarned him: "If you get the flu you'd better go check yourself into a Motel 6 (or other such temporary abode) because I am NOT, repeat, NOT taking care of you!!".
He has since received the yearly flu shot.
So. let's all hope that the great state of Texas ("they" say that, I don't) stays free from typhoid, polio and yellow fever. Cuz if I'm one of the healthy few left to take care of the ill, some people might want to think about moving --- now.